“But Prince told the attendants not to come into the room until he gives the order.”
“Oh my, why?”
“Why do you think?”
Duke Martens wanted to rush up the stairs and explain, but he hurriedly descended.
He had to visit the ‘Dignified Night’ clinic again.
The Duke’s haste was not due to a scheduled appointment for treatment.
Last night, during the conversation about Prince Tessler and the Queen, an uncomfortable dialogue went back and forth.
“Could it be that you are thinking of cutting off the supply of magic potions?”
“Thinking? I’m someone who acts faster than I think.”
Although Prince Tessler spoke incoherently under the influence of alcohol, an ominous feeling crept in.
Moreover, due to the unexpected instruction to call a knight during the conversation and hire the Assassination Guild to eliminate Rams, it was no longer possible to inquire about magic potions.
“If Tessler has already dealt with the sorcerer Big, what should I do? Should I inform the Queen of this fact first?”
Duke Martens shook his head.
There was no need to instill anxiety in Zelda beforehand.
“Let’s go to the clinic for now.”
The Duke’s steps quickened.
Moya and Ao sat around Roji, quietly admiring Rams sleeping in her arms.
“Can’t this little one speak?”
Moya asked, pressing Rams’s chubby cheeks deeply.
“It should grow more.”
Roji hadn’t taken her eyes off Rams’ face since last night.
Who is his mother? Judging by the baby’s beauty, she must be a beauty, right?
Her curiosity about Rams’ mother was growing.
After a while, Rams, who had been sleeping quietly, opened his eyes and started whimpering.
“Why did you wake up? Did you wake up because it’s noisy? Why are you suddenly crying?”
Unable to calm Rams, Roji asked him questions in a soothing tone. When Roji’s attempts proved futile, Moya looked down at Rams and questioned him in a sarcastic tone.
“Did you have a dream? Or did you once again disgrace yourself in the diaper? Or is it because you’re hungry again?”
“Oh, maybe it’s because he’s hungry and crying. Watch him for a moment. I’ll ask Misha to warm up some milk.”
Roji carefully laid Rams down on the bed and said.
“But is it okay for Misha to know about this mute guy?”
Moya asked Roji, who was heading to the bedroom door.
“Misha is fine. He’s been a servant employed by my family since I was young. And he knows about you too, Moya. What’s the big deal.”
Roji spoke with an expression that said she had already considered all concerns.
Misha was a servant employed by Roji’s mother before she died. He was the only servant who could freely access the underground laboratory of Roji’s mother, who was a sorcerer at the Adelheid Viscountess.
Moreover, he knew about Roji receiving a 300-year-old wyvern egg from her mother.
Of course, the same was true when Moya hatched the egg.
“However, humans, as creatures, should not reveal all secrets. Even if we’re all dragons……”
Moya muttered to himself and then raised his hand to shout to Roji.
“Sausages on the way!”
“Kkyarruk.”
Rams, who had been whimpering, laughed as he looked at Moya.
“Miya-nyang. (It seems he also likes sausages. Look at him laughing, he looks like an angel.)”
“Even though he has no wings, what angel?”
In response to Ao’s words, Moya, putting his hand on Rams’ back, chuckled at Roji.
Rams, sensing Moya’s annoyance, started whining again. In response, Moya, placing his hands on his hips, warned Rams.
“Hey, your rank here is the lowest. It goes me, Ao, Roji, and you’re the very last. Got it?”
“Oaang.”
Rams clapped his hands and laughed again.
“This isn’t some shelter, and if this goes on, all the insignificant ones will gather in Roji’s bedroom.”
Moya muttered, alternating glances between Rams and Ao.
“Miyaaong. (Now let’s protect him too.)”
“Oh, my fate. From an ice-encased child to one who can’t understand a word. It’s really become a bother, Moya~.”
“Miyaaaoong? (But, maybe he entrusted the child to Roji because she confessed to him?)”
Ah, that could be it.
Judging by the atmosphere of the conversation between Roji and Prince Norton last night, Roji seemed unaware of the truth.
With so many books read, how can someone lack such awareness?
Moya, having committed his own misdeeds, shook Rams’ little hand and said, “We have to help each other and live together. Let’s get along, newbie.”
After visiting Rinel and the Star Palace, they had lunch together, and then, along with Bonus, headed to Roji’s residence.
It bothered me that I simply turned Roji away when Prince Tessler suddenly came to the office yesterday.
I turned back and quietly asked Director Markrom, who was following me.
“Did you already exchange greetings with Bonus?”
Then Director Markrom nodded and replied, “Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Thank you very much for yesterday.”
When Bonus spoke to Director Markrom,
“Don’t mention it.”
He replied to Bonus with a tone much softer than when he answered me.
“In the future, it would be better if you pay more attention to Bonus’s security than me.”
I earnestly requested Director Markrom.
There was a possibility that Prince Tessler, harboring resentment for the situation going awry, might harass Bonus.
I can protect myself, but she was different.
“Worry not, Your Majesty. I will protect her as if she were the Queen.”
In response to Director Markrom’s sincere voice, I exchanged a small smile with Bonus.
“It’s reassuring.”
As Bonus and I headed to the Western Palace, we discussed the superior landscaping skills of the Laphion Royal Family by comparing it to the Shato-nil Royal Palace’s gardens visible in the distance.
As we approached Roji’s palace, an unpleasant voice reached us.
[Dache] ‘Your Majesty, the weather is splendid today.’It was Emperor Adrian’s voice.
When I turned my head to the right, it was the path leading to the Star Palace.
It’s not far from where the silverfish was fluttering.
I felt it instinctively.
Today, he was openly expressing his true feelings to me from the beginning.
Why does Emperor Adrian’s innermost thoughts keep reaching me?
Certainly, Emperor Adrian himself didn’t know at first that the fact that his innermost thoughts reached me.
So, testing me by spinning the excuse that you mixed poison in the cocoa.
Emperor Adrian spoke, lowering his voice as if whispering directly into my ear.
Oh my, what a perverted guy.
Even though he’s talking to me in his mind, he’s intentionally whispering? Having a lot of fun, indeed.
[Dache] ‘Her Majesty the Empress already knows, right?’What do I know?
I was curious about the Silverfish’s question, but I pretended not to hear anything.
I should completely refuse.
I continued walking, chatting with Bonus about trivial matters.
However, at the Emperor Adrian’s added remarks, I involuntarily stopped in my tracks.
[Dache] ‘It means that a wyvern exists in the Laphion Royal Family.’‘What?!’
Male lead Asks for a Divorce Every Day
It’s not often you come across a plot like this in the female-dominant genre — make sure to check it out!
This is a novel I’m planning to reread as well.
The male lead is strong, skilled in martial arts, and not the usual fragile type you often see in matriarchal novels.
Meanwhile, the female lead is a scientist—rational and logical. Even when she falls for the male lead, she doesn’t let her emotions cloud her decisions.
If you push through the first few chapters, you’ll gradually find the story really intriguing.
It has a mix of mystery, detective elements, and romance.
The author’s writing style is like crafting a puzzle—except they deliberately leave out a few pieces, making it hard to predict what happens next, yet keeping you hooked.
In the end, everything will come together and be explained.
One-sentence summary: Wife, stop playing with beakers and look at me!
In a laboratory accident, research scientist Zhu Wansheng accidentally travels to a matriarchal world. The original owner of the body is an eighteen-year-old only daughter of a wealthy rouge merchant, already married with a handsome young man.
Zhu Wansheng grins: Nice! She always said she was heaven’s favorite granddaughter. After a life of toil in her previous life, she can enjoy blessings in this one.
However, her joy lasts no more than three seconds as bad news arrives: the original owner’s family is about to go bankrupt, and her husband wants a divorce.
Even worse, she’s stuck with a research system full of restrictions.
Zhu Wansheng: ? Is this the destiny of a research dog?
——
Faced with this mess, Zhu Wansheng pours herself a bowl of wine to drown her sorrows. In her drunken haze, her husband arrives.
His figure is imposing, holding a long sword, with a dignified air that captivates Zhu Wansheng.
Gu Yingqing, however, looks at the alcohol-reeking Zhu Wansheng with undisguised disgust and coldly asks, “Divorce or not?” The intoxicated Zhu Wansheng mumbles vaguely, “I think… it’s not… it’s not… impossible!”
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The next day, after sobering up, Zhu Wansheng is full of energy, rolling up her sleeves ready to make a big move. As for yesterday? She has no memory of it.
Zhu Wansheng is ambitious; a research dog fears nothing!
Upgrading rouge, extracting fragrances, producing perfumes, researching lipsticks… all shall bow to the power of modern technology!
The original owner’s dying rouge shop is revitalized. Her mother is pleased and with a wave of her hand, passes on the family business to her. As she takes control and her experimental results gain popularity, it’s the pinnacle of her life…
——
But there are always those who can’t stand to see her doing well. Jealousy, scheming, assassination attempts – they want nothing less than her life.
The person who has always kept his distance from her suddenly holds her tightly in his arms, eyes full of concern.
She is unharmed, but he falls into a pool of blood…
Zhu Wansheng feels guilty, “I can grant you one wish.”
Gu Yingqing tentatively circles his arms around her, carefully resting his head in the crook of her neck, pleading softly, “I regret it. Can we not divorce?”
Zhu Wansheng: ? When did I agree to a divorce?
[Small Theater]
The newly developed rouge is beautifully packaged, and Zhu Wansheng is eager to try it.
Gu Yingqing suddenly appears: “My lady, may I apply it for you?”
Cool fingertips lightly brush her lips. His Adam’s apple bobs as he leans in for a light bite.
Zhu Wansheng: ?
Gu Yingqing: It smells so good, I wanted to taste it…
On a warm spring day, Zhu Wansheng tries a new perfume: “Spring Night.” Gu Yingqing corners her against a wall.
Warm breath lingers on her neck.
“My lady, from now on, may I test the fragrances for you?”
[Humorous female scientist vs scheming live-in son-in-law male lead]
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